“I cannot believe you went through with that, Taylor!” Zac praised from the front seat of the car. “Mannnnnnnn! You were nuts!”
“Shut up!” I begged. “My head hurts!” I moaned as a wave of nausea passed over me. I laid my head down on the seat and stretched out in the backseat. I closed my eyes
and prayed that when I opened them again the world would not be spinning. I sat up suddenly and jerked my eyes open. “I think I’m going to be sick!”
“Not in here!” Zac yelled at me. He turned around in his seat to look at me. “You are not going to throw up in here! Open a window!” He shouted at Isaac when he saw my hand go up to my face.
“Relax!” Isaac chided. He pushed the button to open my window and looked around desperately for a place to pull over but there was no shoulder on the parkway.
I prayed that no one would see me as I hung my head out the window. I closed my eyes again and kept my face in the air, breathing in the Nevada air. We were on our way to Reno and thankfully since it was around four in the morning no one else was on the parkway. Or at least no one close enough to see me revisiting my dinner on the pavement.
“How many drinks did you actually have tonight, Taylor?” Zac asked.
“I lost count,” I admitted pulling my head back inside. I closed the window myself, leaving a crack at the top for air. I leaned my head back down on the seat and placed my hand over my eyes.
“You were crazy,” Isaac told me. He started laughing. “I want to know how much money you spent on drinks and the girls! I think they danced a few extra just for you!”
“Don’t remind me!” I begged. “Please... just don’t remind me.”